Rhythm #3. Good Trouble in My Shoes

New Orleans bounce/pop-rap, 102 BPM, rubbery bass, brass stabs, claps, playful clean rap

[Intro — Beat starts immediately]
Watch the sidewalk when the sunshine hits,
I got two left feet and a whole lot of tricks.

[Verse 1]
Spilled my coffee, missed the morning train,
Neighbor yelled, Hey, you're dancing in the rain!
Tie came loose and my hat blew west,
Still walked down the block like I passed the test.
I don't need designer soles to move,
Got a beat in the crack of a parking groove.
Old folks laugh, kids do the same,
Everybody's got a right to a silly little day.

[Pre-Chorus]
Step to the left, then remember to grin,
There's no audition that you have to win.
If you lose the count, make a brand-new two,
Let the whole street move right along with you.

[Chorus]
Good trouble in my shoes, I can't sit still,
A little bit of laughter up a long steep hill.
Kick that doubt, tap that pride,
Make a little joy on the other side.
Good trouble in my shoes, no bad news,
Just a funny little rhythm that I didn't choose.
If the world says stop, let the music move,
I got good, good trouble in my shoes.

[Instrumental Break — 8–16 bars]

[Verse 2]
Lady at the bus stop nodded to the snare,
Guy with the briefcase kicked one foot in the air.
Somebody filmed the moment, we all waved,
Everybody late but the mood got saved.
I know tomorrow comes with bills and calls,
A dance can't fix every crack in the walls.
But I can change the way I cross the floor,
And hold the door when the next one needs more.

[Bridge]
No crown, no stage, no reason to compete,
Just the little joyful science of two moving feet.
A bad start doesn't own the afternoon,
Not when everybody brings a different tune.

[Final Chorus]
Good trouble in my shoes, I can't sit still,
A little bit of laughter up a long steep hill.
Kick that doubt, tap that pride,
Make a little joy on the other side.
Good trouble in my shoes, no bad news,
Just a funny little rhythm that I didn't choose.
If the world says stop, let the music move,
I got good, good trouble in my shoes.

[Outro]
One more step, one more groove,
You can keep the worries; I'll keep these shoes.

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[Intro — Beat starts immediately] Watch the sidewalk when the sunshine hits, I got two left feet and a whole lot of tricks. [Verse 1] Spilled my coffee, missed the morning train, Neighbor yelled, Hey, you're dancing in the rain! Tie came loose and my hat blew west, Still walked down the block like I passed the test. I don't need designer soles to move, Got a beat in the crack of a parking groove. Old folks laugh, kids do the same, Everybody's got a right to a silly little day. [Pre-Chorus] Step to the left, then remember to grin, There's no audition that you have to win. If you lose the count, make a brand-new two, Let the whole street move right along with you. [Chorus] Good trouble in my shoes, I can't sit still, A little bit of laughter up a long steep hill. Kick that doubt, tap that pride, Make a little joy on the other side. Good trouble in my shoes, no bad news, Just a funny little rhythm that I didn't choose. If the world says stop, let the music move, I got good, good trouble in my shoes. [Instrumental Break — 8–16 bars] [Verse 2] Lady at the bus stop nodded to the snare, Guy with the briefcase kicked one foot in the air. Somebody filmed the moment, we all waved, Everybody late but the mood got saved. I know tomorrow comes with bills and calls, A dance can't fix every crack in the walls. But I can change the way I cross the floor, And hold the door when the next one needs more. [Bridge] No crown, no stage, no reason to compete, Just the little joyful science of two moving feet. A bad start doesn't own the afternoon, Not when everybody brings a different tune. [Final Chorus] Good trouble in my shoes, I can't sit still, A little bit of laughter up a long steep hill. Kick that doubt, tap that pride, Make a little joy on the other side. Good trouble in my shoes, no bad news, Just a funny little rhythm that I didn't choose. If the world says stop, let the music move, I got good, good trouble in my shoes. [Outro] One more step, one more groove, You can keep the worries; I'll keep these shoes.

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